I shook my head. โI donโt think so. This isnโt a good idea. This isnโt right.โ โThereโs all kinds of right,โ he murmured. โOn the spectrum, weโre still in the safe zone.โ ... โDefinitely right. Usually right,โ Patch continued. โMostly right. Maybe right.
Becca FitzpatrickMy history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another mistake. Not when the stakes are high, not when it comes to you.
Becca FitzpatrickMy mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?" Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back.
Becca Fitzpatrick